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“Oops!” Avery batted his lashes in Jackson’s direction.
Jackson groaned.
“Stop!”
Jackson spun. “Jayme! Don’t push Hayley in—”
And Hayley went into the water with his brother following him in and jumping on him.
“I’m thirsty,” Sammy said. “Is there any more of the punch that you made?”
Fuck his life! Just fuck it! He turned his head and glared at Sammy. “Yes, there is more punch.”
Sammy waved his cup. “Can I have some more, please?”
Jackson growled. “Aren’t you like…a really respected nurse? A guy that takes care of other people?” Jackson used to like Sammy so much. Before he knew that Sammy was evil. And demanding.
“Not today,” Sammy said with a smirk. “Today I’m just a baby! And I want punch! And you have to get it for me.”
Never again! Never ever, fucking ever, again was Jackson going to blatantly disobey Finn again. And get caught. Because Jackson was so totally going to get his revenge on all these boys, but he was just going to have to up his sneaking game. It should be fun. More fun than whatever this hell was.
“Who wants more punch?” he asked. Jackson was not going to keep going back and forth in the house. This was ridiculous!
“Me!” Eight hands went up.
God damn it. Jackson walked around the deck chairs and tables and collected the cups. Some empty, some half full, some nearly full. But if someone didn’t get fresh punch, then Jackson knew there would be tears. At least all the cups had names on them so Jackson wouldn’t confuse them. That had been a brilliant idea on Michael’s part.
They really should have added a fridge out on the back deck of the new house. Luckily, the deck was off the kitchen, but Jackson still had to walk around the entire pool to collect the cups then back again.
The house was gorgeous.
The stained deck gleamed under his bare feet. Even though he had to step over towels, toys, and…was that a cookie? Whatever. Jackson was not going to worry about who was sneaking cookies. Even though the backyard was full of yelling brats and a mess. Jackson loved the place. Loved knowing it was partly his.
Jackson had never felt like he’d had a place to call home. His father constantly moved them around, either hiding from the cops or people he owed money to. Once he’d become an adult, and while working jobs, Jackson either stayed in motels or short-term rental apartments.
He’d made fun of his friends for becoming domesticated, but it was nice to know that he had a place that he’d also be welcome. Even if that place had been invaded by the brat pack.
“Marco, you’re in charge!” Jackson shouted. Marco was nice. He was a sweet boy and not a total brat. Marco was his new favorite. Apparently, all Jackson’s other friends were crazy. He needed someone normal to…well, so he could be the crazy one.
Marco’s eyes widened as panicked filled them. “I don’t think I’m supposed to—”
“Just make sure no one drowns, please.”
“Hurry!” Marco whispered frantically.
Jackson nodded before he ran toward the kitchen sliding glass door. It wasn’t easy balancing eight cups in his two arms, but at least they were plastic. He wouldn’t break anything if he dropped them. And he did need to hurry back. He wouldn’t put it past any of the brats to find something they weren’t supposed to.
Reaching the sliding glass door, Jackson looked up.
Into the face of Finn and several other men.
Jackson glared.
Finn slid the door open. “Need help?”
That was it. Jackson threw all the cups up in the air dramatically. “I’m done! I can’t do it! I call uncle!”
His rant was greeted with snickers.
